"I can see a shadow in my mirror, a reflection of me that is not myself. It torments my waking hours, laying thick upon me words of encouragement, only to snatch them away moments later with words of scorn. It hates and loves me, and I cannot tell whether it wishes greatness or death upon me. Perhaps neither. Perhaps both. It is a cruel and fickle shade that haunts me, and yet, I dare not seek help, for fear of what wrath I might provoke from it."

A story of Luna, told in the first pony perspective.